Raising the Dead

By Peter Halstead

Flat as Finnegan, dead asleep,
The wonders of the airy world
Apparently at my very feet,
And with a single lever hurled

Aloft again to raise the blazes
In the stratosphere,
My laggard body raises
And, once again, I’m here!

August 5th, 2024
Above Nantucket’s new unserviceable runway
at 39,000 feet and 600 miles an hour